Link Arms

Eaten if left alone They'll hold a thumb under their nose And sniff them out So, link arms and stay close Frozen and afraid Slower now And not as fresh a taste So, link arms and stay close Zone in and sprints backwards While speaking in reverse Either that, or they're all dancing past As the lights get low Around the pulse And it gets colder still A collection of leaflets Holding a thought together The pages start to split Words move from a language you thought was understood But held together in front of mirrors A distance grows I go deeper into debt by paying in advance It's just a shadow that I need to keep my eye on Zone in and sprints backwards While speaking in reverse Either that, or they're all dancing past As the lights get low Around the pulse And it gets colder still